Oh I can’t breathe, no she’s taking my breath away And by the way she looks, you wouldn’t think I’d get the light of day These screams, they don’t bleed And these chick flick tears are never serious as they seam We need A keepsake from this perfectly imperfect scene
I, I can’t breathe She’s saying whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh Cries, you can’t leave She’s saying what I want to hear but I’m spinning free
I got my life packed up in this thirty by thirty-nine In the twenty-fifth hour California’s where I’ll arrive These screams, they don’t bleed And these chick flick tears are never serious as they seam We need A keepsake from this perfectly imperfect scene
I, I can’t breathe She’s saying whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh Cries, you can’t leave She’s saying what I want to hear but I’m spinning free
Who’s sorry Who’s sorry Who’s sorry now
I, I can’t breathe She’s saying whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh Cries, you can’t leave She’s saying what I want to hear but I’m spinning free I, I can’t breathe She’s saying whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh Cries, you can’t leave She’s saying what I want to hear but I’m spinning free